sábado, 27 de maio de 2006

Super Bock Super Rock is one of the most anticipated rock festivals in Portugal. It is a major cultural event, organized by a beer company, which brings together people from all around the world (I base this statement on the fact that I heard a Spannish guy ask for a “cerveza”).

Having studied arts, I’m all cultural and shit. So off I went.

As I was waiting in line for a hot dog, I thought "cultural event my ass! At best this is a cultural way of packing thousands of people in one place and sell them shitloads of beer till they drop! oh... and there’s music too". Fortunately, I couldn’t care less about the reasons behind the festival, I was just there for the Placebo concert, so I navigated through the culturally drunk and wasted people and made my way to another really amazing performance by Placebo.

sexta-feira, 26 de maio de 2006

Someone once looked at this illustration and said to me "you must have had a miserable childhood..." Wrong. I had a wonderful childhood thank you very much. In fact it was so good I’m still having it.

A miserable childhood would certainly have been much more artistic. It would explain the twisted monstrosities I like to paint, and fit nicely in the tortured artist stereotype. As it turns out, I paint monsters because it is fun, and occasionally because someone pays me to.

So, there you have it. I’m not chopping my ear off anytime soon. I’m fairly sane and also completely bald, so I figure having one ear would look a bit awkward. Getting laid is hard enough as it is... oh, and I have a small nose and need both my ears to hold the sunglasses.

My blog does have the word "Art" in the name, so I guess I owe my visitors some thoughts about art. Contemporary art, to be precise.As it turns out, I have no thoughts about contemporary art other than "I hate it, I hate all those people that stare and nod at it for hours, and you can only tell it is art because it is usually ugly as hell and worth obscene amounts of money".

Having studied at the Fine-Arts Faculty in Lisbon, I was often fed the pseudo-intellectual babble meant to convince me that a white ball floating nervously against a black background is in fact a "manifestation of the deconstructed sub conscience subjected to the cognitive reality" or some crap like that.Well, that never turned me to the dark side, but it did piss me off. So when I read the news about an incident involving a piece of contemporary art at the CAE in Figueira da Foz, I realized it was the Best Art Critique Ever.

The piece was a sculpture named "The Phrases", by artist Jimmie Durham. As you may have guessed by the name, it was a bathroom sink with a broken corner and the pieces lying on the floor next to it.Enter the cleaning lady... (In my book the most respected art critic ever) Broom in one hand, shovel and trash bag in the other, no doubt horrified by the broken pieces of the otherwise perfectly good bathroom equipment, she picked them up and threw them in the trash.

Later, the Administrator of the art center stated that "an inquiry has been organized to ascertain responsibilities". Well, don’t blame the cleaning lady, she went above and beyond the call of duty when she produced the Best Art Critique ever.It’s not Jimmie’s fault either. He needed the money, found some portuguese dickheads willing to pay thousands of euros for a piece of art, so he artistically hammered his sink and sold it. That leaves you Mr. Administrator, but don’t worry, you can make the cleaning lady part of the masterpiece. All you have to do is call it a "performance". (Getting someone to nod at it for hours also helps)

sexta-feira, 19 de maio de 2006

I write a bunch of stupid posts about whatever I feel like, and you guys write some comments and we all feel a lot smarter and educated for beeing part of something called the Blogosphere. Well, I sure as hell need to feel smarter and educated. See how I even used the term "Art" in the blog title? So let´s get this show on the road... sorry, on the net... uh, on...line.